This whole place was dingy and dirty, you’d see this type of shit in a crackhouse in the slums. Graffiti everywhere, walls falling apart down to their studs, and I’ve seen countless rats crawl by my feet. But there was one thing that stood out most to me was a propaganda picture of Uncle Sam with his eyes scratched out and the words “Uncle Sam can’t save you now” painted out in what looks like blood.
“How did you find this place?” I asked him rather bluntly, there wasn’t much of any conversation between us on the walk to the conference room, I was too afraid to really ask anything because I was afraid he was going to offend him. He looks a bit psychotic, I’m not going to lie to you
“Well at first this hotel was a Legion outpost, my group and I ran them out of town, and the Legion kind of fucked off and left us alone” – He replied “We looked really run down and like we were about to die so I guessed that they left us for dead”
“That’s the difference between them and us, we thrive out here where anything goes. The Legion needs structure, and without that they will fall like a ton of bricks”
We got to the conference room, more graffiti scoured the room, and a lot of newspaper articles cut out of the “NC GAZETTE” with such titles at “LEGION STANDS TALL: NONE SHALL OPPOSE” and “ANOTHER WAR OVER, THE LEGION TAKES SUPREMACY”. There were three people in the room. A man with a straw cowboy hat, a girl in a leather jacket and gloves, and finally a man standing in the darkest corner of the room.
“So this is what the cat dragged in” – the straw hatted cowboy said
“Shut it Rick” Ghost laughed “So Alex, you questioned if I did this myself, and here is your answer’
‘This cowboy hatted fellow right here is Rick” – Ghost puts his hand on Rick’s shoulder, Rick pulled away and came up to me swiftly and he said:
“The names Rick, but call me Shells. If you need something blown up, fixed up, or a Legion Solider fucked up. I’m your guy”
“Good to know, I’ll keep that in mind” – I reply relieved. He had a very firm handshake. Then the girl in the leather coat came over to me and spoke with a British accent:
“I’m Holly, I can talk my way out of anything, and kill cold-blooded on the drop of a dime”
“Well then” I reply hesitantly
“And that’s Shadow, I don’t really know where he came from but we call him Shadow because he can sneak in anywhere without detection” – Shells says sarcastically
“I’ll take your word on it” – I say. Shadow seemed like the type of guy you would never want to fuck with.
“Follow me” Ghost says “I want to show you something”
I follow him up a ladder that led to a view of the Legion HQ in the distance
“You want to know why I take people in, and make everything feel like as close to a family as possible? Because of that” He points to a giant building far off in the distance, give it 25 miles.
“That right there is the Legion HQ, and we are going to take it down” – Ghost said that a lot more confidently than I would have expected.
“What are you talking about? They are a lot stronger than us” – I say questioningly
“They have a weakness believe it or not. We take out the leader, and they do not have order. They fall apart without order”
“I see, and who is their leader?” – I said
“Alex, this man’s name is Jed, let me tell you a little bit about him” – he says. And then we go back down to the conference room and he pulls out the biggest folder I’ve ever seen